Can't stop and smell the roses!

Clove fought hard to keep the deer from escaping her grip- she had to dig her paws into the shimmering sand of the Bifrost, which was flying in all directions as their prey struggled. If she’d been taking the deer on by herself, she would have lost it- but her hunting partner was a large, and perhaps vicious, wolf- they used their brute strength, powered by relentless determination, to conquer the challenge. Every move they made exuded the confidence of a seasoned killer- and it made Clove feel a bit uneasy. Being so close to a powerful wolf, without the protection of her family.

They’d become a flurry of kicking legs, snapping jaws, and whirling bodies. But after some time, the chaos of the battle died down, and so did the deer- her hunting partner having shoved the deer against the sand, and grabbed it by the throat. Clove released her grip and stumbled back, eyes growing wide at the wolf’s overwhelming force. That’s when she realized the wolf was a female. This realization evoked another sense of awe in Clove, heat flushing her cheeks as she watched the woman bleed the deer.

The silence that surrounded them at that moment was nearly deafening.

Her hunting partner was the first to break the silence. Her voice was a symphony of deep baritones with a velvety edge, adorned in an accent she did not recognize. Another wave of heat rushed to Clove’s face- something about the woman made her feel… jittery inside. “Hello, Enyo.” She says, returning the woman’s greeting. “I’m Clove.” A sheepish smile curls the corners of her lips, and she shifts her weight from side to side, trying not to seem so nervous in the powerful woman’s presence. “I live nearby, in The Hallows- in that castle over there.” She motions behind her with a flick of her muzzle, referring to the massive castle that seemed to reach into the heavens.

"Clove Carpathius"